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For someone with a background in officiating and a love of college sports, Exile had spent more time on college campuses in his short life than most people ever would.

That being said, he was older and more mature than he was in college, and thanks to the multitude of sports that he was able to referee, he was used to having a certain presence on a college campus, anymore, and expected a certain level of respect to be given to him whenever he was present.

"Ooooh, the horse guy sent you? Come on in, bro!"

Exile's face immediately drooped as he realized that there would be no exchange of respect during his current visit.

The trail was sending him back from Iowa, toward Illinois, and he was in a town that a few of his friends were familiar with, but he didn't dare to reach out to them in his current state. His sack was swollen to the point of aching, and it was sore, even when no one was touching or teasing it. He was approaching three weeks without so much as having touched his own member properly, and at multiple points along the way, the strain on his manhood had been made even worse than it was before.

That being said, Exile couldn't imagine that Albaz would trust the key to some college broski, and especially not to a doberman, given his feline superiority complex.

"T-thanks..." Exile grumbled, stepping in the front door of the stereotypical, small college apartment. "This place sure is...cozy."

"Yeah, it's rad, isn't it? I know it's a little dirty, but the rent is super cheap, so I don't really care, y'know?" the doberman asked. He had no shame about adjusting his package in front of Exile, which was an easy task, given his sagging jeans and the long, lazy tank top that failed to cover the gap that his jeans left, with "Swigmore University" written across the front of it. "Plus, that makes it really convenient when I have someone over to get laid. I don't have to put down towels and stuff."

Albaz...if this guy honestly has the key, I'm going to kill you, Exile thought, as he walked around a mess of empty beer cans, bags of chips, and laundry that could easily have been dirty for several weeks. Given the mild aroma of sweat throughout the studio apartment, it was fairly hard to tell. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you have to worry too much about having sex...or putting towels down, for that matter."

"Dude, I gets laid all the time!" the doberman declared, in the same, typical fashion that any guy in college was likely to brag about. Whether or not it was true, of course, was up to mystery, but Exile had trouble believing that this particular male had any real success in the bedroom, be it with males or females. "You're not even my whole day, bro!"

"Okay, please stop calling me bro...and what do you mean, I'm not even your whole day?!"

The doberman chuckled. "Look, I was told that some slutty hybrid was coming by, so I could get a quick, easy lay before I went to this party, and by the looks of it, I'm not gonna be disappointed, but I've got bigger plans than you for tonight! We've gotta get this show on the road!"

In a way, this was an entirely different style of degradation, whether or not it was supposed to be. Exile certainly felt like less of a person, the way the dog talked about him, but he didn't think that the doberman meant to offend him with it; he just didn't seem to care. "...Y-you're kidding, right? You're not just putting up an act? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of dominant mastermind or something?"

"I'm kinda rough in the sack, if that's what you mean...name's Zack, by the by."

"That's not at all what I meant."

Exile was nervous to move any further into the apartment than the front walk, and since he hadn't, Zack had been buzzing back and forth across the studio. "Hey, I get it, bro. I'm not exactly what you were expecting! That's okay...I don't think you'll be disappointed, either."

Zack was a large, thick doberman, wearing all of the muscles that he'd earned throughout his life with pride, and yet, he still wore clothes that didn't fit his figure. It left Exile to blush just faintly when Zack unzipped his own pants without warning and stepped right out of his loose, comfy boxers, revealing a thick, wide sheath below, and thighs that were toned down to such fine, muscular lines that even his fur couldn't hide their presence. The onyx black that wrapped around made a delightful contrast with the chocolate brown of his underbelly, and shamefully, Exile found himself nearly drooling as the doberman tugged up from the bottom of his tanktop and lofted it into the rest of the messy pile of clothing by the door.

He may have been a typical college broski, but one thing was clear: Zack was stacked, with the kind of body that might make someone think twice about their convictions.

"B...before you get carried away," Exile cut in, "I've gotta ask you something."

"You didn't really seem like the emotional type. What are you so worried about, bro?" Zack asked, even as he was already stroking a pair of pawtips over the base of his sheath, forcing the bright, vibrantly pink tip of his canine manhood to appear.

"Do you have the key, Zack? In all seriousness here...enough with the 'bro' stuff. I just need to know."

Zack tilted his head slightly, raising a brow over one of his caramel brown eyes. "A key? The horse didn't say anything about a key...just about the next clue."

Exile rolled his shoulders forward in a pout. "Can't say I'm surprised about that. I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to give me the next clue without the work, then?"

It was clear that Exile's spirit was more broken than ever, and it was entirely to the plan of a devious blue lion, who knew that the hybrid would become more and more pliable with each defeat, until the submissive nature properly took him over.

That side was already showing itself as Zack's tone changed just slightly, and his goofy, aloof smile sharpened into a deadly grin. He licked the tip of one of his fangs as he leaned over in the mess on the floor and gathered up a long, chain leash with a spiked collar and held them up in front of Exile, who was too beaten down to try to escape. "As if I would let you have it that easily, bro? I know I might not seem like much, but you're dealing with the top of the tops on this campus...you want a clue? Here's one...get on your knees, you little bitch...and I might go easy on you."

Exile wanted to gulp. Part of him was still desperately nervous, but at the same time, a familiar sensation was budding, one that told him that obedience was the key to getting through this ordeal. It was the submissive seed that Albaz planted in him in the very beginning, and as Exile slowly went to his knees and looked up at Zack pleadingly, it was beginning to flower.

"Atta boy...looks like you've been trained pretty well, after all! The horse warned me you might be a whiny little brat about this whole thing," Zack pointed out, "But it looks to me like you're a needy little bitch...I'm guessing the key has something to do with that."

Thanks to all of the build up, and the jeans that he so often wore, Exile couldn't hide the bump of the cage on his crotch when he was kneeling. He wanted to explain, but somehow, his voice felt locked, and he didn't reply, even as he wilted his ears shyly in front of the doberman.

"Even if I did have the key, there's no way I'd be letting you out," Zack explained. "But if you want that clue...be a good little bitch, strip those jeans off, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have it when I'm good and done with you."

Exile couldn't comply fast enough. He showed a certain, obedient haste as he reached down and began to unbutton his pants, as Zack clasped the spiked collar around his neck. He gave a firm, almost painful tug on the chain, and in his distraction, Exile fell forward and found himself eye-to-eye with the growing tip of Zack's cock, as more and more of the length began to emerge from his body.

Foolishly, Exile thought he was doing the right thing when he gave it a curious lick, but it was followed by a harsh, upward yank on his chain. "Did I say you could lick my cock, bro? If you wanna taste this doberman, you'd better start begging, bitch."

The hybrid's ears were fully flattened back to his skull as he pushed his pants down and away. His body was already clearly responding, as the cage around his cock strained more than ever to keep it contained, and thanks to the way his mind was changing, the abuse was actually turning him on, creating a terrible ache in his sack. "P-Please, Zack...let me...let me taste it..."

"You get one taste of it before I stuff the whole thing in your subby little ass," Zack offered, "And you'd better be damned grateful for it...usually, I make people work a lot harder for a taste of my legendary stuff."

Zack's manhood was painfully canine, and it had a delicious aroma to it, one befitting of such an alpha male. Exile found himself truly wanting to savor it as he leaned in and ran the flat of his tongue over the pulsing, tapered tip and felt a small trickle of precum spill into his muzzle, one that he swallowed without thought, to honor the dominant party.

Trembling just slightly, Zack grinned at the impressive oral skills that Exile had developed, partly in thanks to being gagged on a horse cock only a couple days earlier. Impressive as Zack was in length and girth, there was little that anyone could do to compare to such a hefty member, as far as oral play was concerned.

Just the thought of taking it in his tailhole, however, left Exile to tremble just slightly.

"Not too bad," Zack admitted, his voice never stammering, and his confidence never wavering. He might feel incredible pleasure when he dominated the animal of his choice, but part of his role was never letting them see just how much they might get to him...to earn a reward from Zack was nigh impossible, something that Exile had already gathered as he felt the doberman's footpaw suddenly pressing into his muzzle and moving him to the floor. "If I didn't have somewhere to be tonight, I'd let you slurp the cum right out of my sack...and then make you drink it up off the floor when you spilled it. Maybe I still will when I flood your poor little asshole."

Zack never made an empty threat, and Exile squeaked as the footpaw in his face suddenly pressed firmly into him and knocked him down to his back. He scrambled just a little, but before he could properly move, Zack yanked back on the leash again, mildly choking the hybrid while pulling him back across the floor. A truly perfect physical specimen, Zack had little trouble overpowering Exile, especially in his submissive state, and the doberman grinned as he forced Exile to roll over onto all fours in a proper doggy style position.

His tail, naturally curled thanks to his biology, would have flipped right out of the way for Zack regardless. "Tell me you need this, or I'm going in without any lube."

The doberman was already holding a small bottle of the stuff, gathered from the mess on his floor, but Exile couldn't open his muzzle fast enough. "I...I n-need it," he replied weakly, his voice little more than a whisper.

" Louder."

"I need it!" Exile cried out, wincing his eyes shut a little as he felt cold, smooth lubricant spilling on his dry pucker. "I need my master to pound my slutty little ass...I...I fucking need to be filled!"

Zack made sure that his length was fully slicked before he began to press the tapered tip into Exile's asshole, and it yielded with surprising ease to his advances. "That's a bit more like it, bro...you like being wrapped around your master's cock?"

Inch after inch of the canine rod began to penetrate Exile, whether or not he was ready. He felt Zack adjusting his knees to thrust as deeply as he could, while a paw held onto the lead and kept him in place, and the other, evil as it may have been, began to smack at the back of Exile's swollen, aching testicles. "I...ohgod... y-yes, Zack! I need more of it...I need to feel it all the way in!"

"Who would have thought you'd moan for me like a porn star before this day was over?" Zack thought aloud, as he watched the wonderful display of each inch of his cock disappearing inside of Exile's tight, welcoming tailhole. "You're a good little bitch...shame you're just rolling through for a visit. I'd put you right at the top of my stable, Exile...and keep you pinned there, permanently."

The idea would never have appealed that much to Exile before, but the further his mind changed, the more he was into the idea, even as he felt gentle spanks against the backside of his sack. They weren't anything too harsh, but in his current state, Exile could scarcely stand the ache anymore, and Zack was clearly out of mercy to give.

He was slow, at first, and the thrusts were clearly only for the pleasure of the doberman, as he guided his cock in and out with subtle, gentle thrusts, but as soon as he could feel Exile's inner muscles clenching and grabbing at his flesh, he grinned and slammed his hips forward with such a force that Exile almost couldn't catch himself. The poor hybrid was never even allowed to undress all of the way, making him feel like an afterthought in the eyes of Zack, who licked his fangs with delight and began to pound away at his new, hybrid plaything, smacking his own sack against Exile's thighs and filling his body well past the point of comfort.

Exile thought he could feel the very tip poking against his stomach internally as he gasped, but his moans were being cut short by the tight, grasping tug of the collar around his neck being pulled. Every inch of his body was a swirled combination of pleasure and pain, fear and excitement, and if Zack were so inclined, he could easily have made Exile climax, even with the cage on, but that was one right that he didn't have, and a release right then would have completely undone all of the training.

Zack's own release, however, wasn't something he'd skip over.

"F-Feel that, bro?" Zack asked, as his cock began to throb uncontrollably inside of Exile's tailhole. He could feel the base of Zack's knot pressing in and begging for entry, but with one last firm, harsh slap against Exile's sack, Zack pulled back just a little and gripped his own knot to simulate a tie, as a rushing flood of cum began to pour into the hybrid. Within seconds, he was filled past his capacity with a sticky, warm flow of canine seed, and it was spilling out over the carpeted floor of the studio apartment, leaving a puddle between his trembling thighs and almost bringing him to a collapse in the same mess. Uncaring of just what a mess his place was, Zack licked his lips and pulled his cock free, using his legendary volume to paint Exile's smooth, curved ass with the very last of the juices he had to offer, before he leaned back a little and panted, admiring his dirty work.

"Ha...ah...a-all right, Exile...get cleaning."

Exile was still panting, himself, and trying to ignore the pain that radiated from his swollen sack as he looked back over his shoulder. "...W-what?!"

"You heard me, bro. Can't have this stuff staining my carpet," Zack reminded him, as he stood up and began to pull his pants back on, uncaring that his cock would be bulging against them. "I've gotta go get booze for tonight...clean that carpet thoroughly, or I'll track you down in the city and make that kinda mess at your place."

It was shocking, but somehow, thrilling to be treated the way he was. Feeling the leash was slacked, Exile frowned and turned, before admiring the giant puddle of cum in the carpet. He closed his eyes and dragged his tongue through it, catching a number of other flavors he didn't want, but mainly, he could taste the slightly sweet, salty ejaculate of the doberman, as he gulped it down his throat.

"Oh, by the way...the next clue has been on the fridge the whole time. Feel free to read it when you're done."